Cutting all of the strings attached
Repairing the holes that were once patched
Curing all of the scars left by mistake
And thus, left me with heartache
Fixing these imperfections that they all knew
It broke my heart into two
It left me blue, but it made me see through
Picking up these pieces one by one
All of these work shall be done
And I shall reap what I sow until all that was left was none

He, who has been filled with guilt
Rising above this empty void he built
Reaching out to the skies above
With all the people filled with love
When all of the words were left unsaid
It was the moment that they dread
Spewing words that turned into a thread
With all of the tears they shed

If loving you is a secret that I shall take
Then I shall take this heartache
I'd rather love you in secret
Than lose our friendship
I am not opening my closet
Unless you tell me in private

Hidden Weapon
By: James Desire

See me walking on the vacant street
What’s your first thought?
Black kid up to no good
See me- surrounded by others, my brothers
What is your second thought?
Black kid in some gang
Must be tattooed and tough
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
See the clothes I am wearing
Big baggy pants, dark Du-Rag and Ripped shirt
What is your final thought?
Poor old ****** living in a ghetto
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
Now Listen,
You see me jetting through the silent streets
What would you assume then?
Arrest!
Call the cops
Must have been a ******, a robbery,
Another black boy crime
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon
I am just a black boy trying to survive
Trying to enjoy-just to stay alive
On the street
People judging me cause
The blackness of my skin
The types of clothes I’m in
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon  
Unsuspecting black child taunted, haunted…
Fearing that one word-*****
Should I be blamed for crimes committed in the past?
Choice-less decisions made
Pressure reaches ******
Everything seems lost
At the end
I feel blamed
Nevertheless, I blame you
Whites
Rejecting
Hurting
Me- hopeful
Pride-earned-not given
Defending
Defending my dignity
Discrimination- Hidden Weapon  
Should I be judged/blamed for past generations?
Then, blame me for…
The jazz of Louis Armstrong
The voice of Billie Holiday
The poetry of Langston Hughes
The photography of Gordon Parks
The character of Martin Luther King Jr.
The power of Coretta Scott King
The dignity of Fredrick Douglas
Finally, the individuality of James Desire
You seek evil in blacks
The past has also proven a positive…
A positive outcome
That helped the development…
OF OUR WORLD!

Sabi nga nila walang permanente sa mundo
Para saakin nman ito rin ay totoo
Ngunit hindi porket nagpaalam na sa iyo ang isang tao
Mawawala na siya ng buong buo
Dahil maiiwan naman ang mga ala alang inyong nabuo
Ang tulang ito ay para sayo
Oo para sa taong nagbabasa nito
Dahil sayo nabuo ko ang tulang ito
Gusto ko lang na malaman mo
Na bitawan ko man ang katagang “paalam saiyo”
Hindi ibig sabihin nun na binibitawan ko na rin
ang aking mga pangako
Pangako na tulad ng “kahit ako ay malayo, kaibigan mo pa rin ako”
Kahit ang sabihin ng iba promises are meant to be broken
Kahit na ako mismo ayaw sa pangako
Hindi natin maiiwasan mag iwan ng mga pangakong ganito
Dahil minsan dito na lang kumukuha ang isang tao
Ng lakas para lumaban sa hirap ng buhay dito sa mundo
Alam kong pansamantala lamang ito
Dahil sa hinaharap alam kong magkikita pa tayo
Gagawa ako ng paraan
Para tayo ay muling mabuo
Sa ngayon kailangan muna natin magsakripisyo
Para sa mabubuong tayo
Kaya ikaw, laban lang wag kang susuko
Dahil andito lang ako handang makinig sa mga problema mo
Kahit na ako ay malayo